its been my own doing my own choice the whole fucking thing wants my attention it lives inside me inside the cyberpages poets it beats inside me when ever i think of angel its my heart i have one and i use it its cold lying alone with no one to hold the world has become unfeeling barely seeing my own reflection, i look into the mirror and i think happier times before i watched my homelife go down hill before i got involved with anyone else before it all fell apart before the closet got uncomfortable and i fell out and i touch the mirror i run my finger down the length but i don't feel anything i blink my eyes but don't feel them close i feel hollow and not as gaily happy as i did i feel... lower than i did before for some reason i cannot fathom.Birth sign: Aries
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